Nature is taking back the recliner, the wooden stakesin the bottom are to be put back with the trees,the salmon-colored upholstery is to be put backin the river.

I look at the chair and it looks at me.On the side of the road. Like I can help.

Its holes are filled with squirrelgear. It’s wet from the rain.

I say: Listen here, lazy boy! You only manifestedfrom my needs. This is your destiny.

The recliner just sits there. A bird landsnearby.

You've fulfilled your purpose, I say.I needed a seat, I created one.

The chair wallows in its misery.

I say: Fine, I'll admit it. I knew you were praying.No, I couldn't hear you. I don't speakchair. But I know about your desires. Ohto be sat on again, or to die a dead shape.​

Katie Quinnelly is a climbing instructor living in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. Her work has appeared in Fluent Magazine and Sans Merci. She regularly reads her poetry to unwilling listeners in local bars.